Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

The US military hospital was in an uproar.

Many soldiers' wounds were infected, and doctors had to cut off the bad flesh and perform amputations in severe cases. The American soldiers hospitalized felt like they were in hell.

Qiao Youzhi found Allen, the director of the field hospital, and took away a batch of medical supplies produced in Japan.

The inspection results were shocking; these medical supplies failed to meet sterilization standards.

Qiao Youzhi thought to himself, it’s not sterilized at all.

Alan was furious and wanted to take a submachine gun to Japan himself to kill those bastards. Back then in the South Pacific, several of his colleagues were killed in explosions while rescuing Japanese soldiers. Alan hated the Japanese to the core, and this time he wanted to settle both new and old grudges!

Qiao Youzhi stopped him and said, "I'll help you calculate, but I'll be ruthless."

This batch of medical supplies was produced by a 30-factory, and the US military supervisor was George.

An order was sent to the front line, and Qiao Youzhi returned to Japan.

Thirty factories received the notice to suspend operations pending investigation, and the US military sealed off all warehouses.

An Yongxi, a Han Chinese who was supervising the factory for Qiao Youzhi, looked at the American soldiers outside the window and was secretly delighted: Little bastards, your good days are over.

Nakamoto and Onoda from the Japanese factory were also very happy: such a big thing had happened, and this dog Ahn Young-hee would definitely be in big trouble.

The medical kits inspected and seized by the US military were found to have no problems and all met US military standards.

The Japanese became even more proud after knowing this, because they knew very well that there was only one batch that failed the test and it was Ahn Young-hee who let it go.

Nakamoto is very cunning. All the medical kits released are qualified. He just produces a few more during production. When the qualified ones pass customs and enter the warehouse, he replaces them with unqualified ones.

This was planned by Nakamoto and executed by Onoda.

There was also an American military supervisor in the warehouse, but he did not live in the warehouse at night. The Japanese who were guarding the warehouse with the American soldiers introduced him to a beautiful girl, and the supervisor was captivated by the girl both physically and soulfully.

Zhongben's production, inspection, warehousing and disposal are all done smoothly and seamlessly.

According to Nakamoto's requirements, the medical kits only need to be slightly unqualified. For example, unqualified products will only slow down the healing of US soldiers' wounds, but it is impossible for them to become ulcerated. There is no set range for bacteria exceeding the standard, and it will be useless even if it is set.

There are many Japanese who hold a deep hatred for the U.S. military. Now they have finally seized the opportunity and are determined to take severe revenge.

There was a Japanese worker named Ishii Shigeo, who used to be a member of the 731st Unit. He found his former superior and explained his purpose. The two of them sneaked into the hospital, obtained a large amount of pathogens, and put them on the production line.

Now the bacteria is not just a problem of exceeding the standard. The nature of the matter is no longer a production accident or a problem of responsibility, but a murder of the US military.

Despite such a big matter, Ahn Young-hee was not in a hurry at all and was as steady as a rock in the office. What was strange was that the Japanese were also not in a hurry and sat there talking and laughing.

Even when death is imminent, he can still laugh! An Yongxi stood for a while, then quickly sat down.

During his time at the Sanling Factory, An Yongxi gained weight but lost strength. Not to mention walking long distances, his waist and legs would ache and he would feel weak after standing for a while. Sometimes he even wondered if the Japanese had poisoned him.

It was strange these past two days. The Japanese's attitude towards him had changed drastically. When delivering food and drinks, they no longer bowed and scraped like before, but just put them down and left. Even the two women at night no longer came. In the past period of time, there were new faces coming every day.

Sitting on the chair, An Yongxi picked up the cup and found it was empty. He slammed the table angrily and said, "Asshole, you didn't even pour me water!" He threw the cup to the ground and yelled, "Zhongben, Zhongben!"

After shouting for a long time but no one responded, he ran to the door angrily. Nakamoto was chatting with the workers in the workshop, and his laughter could be heard from far away.

"Nakamoto, come here for a moment. There's a call from the headquarters."

An Yongxi knew that the Japanese had changed their attitude and that something must have happened. He would definitely not pour water if asked to do so, so he pulled out the flag of the headquarters.

Nakamoto was fooled and said to Onoda, "Let's go and see what tricks he has played."

An Yongxi was startled. Six people came in. He was so scared that he didn't know what to do.

Nakamoto and the other devils looked at An Yongxi with a gloating look, as if An Yongxi was about to be in big trouble, not them.

An Yongxi swallowed his saliva and spoke: "Such a serious accident has happened, you already know about it."

Nakamoto laughed and said, "I see. This matter has nothing to do with us."

An Yongxi also laughed: "How can it have nothing to do with you if it's what you produced?"

"Everything we produce has been accepted by you. We work under your supervision."

An Yongxi picked up the empty cup and put it down again: There is no way to put the responsibility on me. He snorted and said, "Chief George will be here soon. You can explain to him then."

"It's useless no matter who comes. You are the one with the greatest responsibility. You are inferior people wherever you go. Calling you inferior people is flattering you. You are just a dog." Nakamoto started to curse directly.

An Yongxi was furious and immediately responded: "You are not lackeys, you also crawled under the feet of the Americans. Oh, I remember, you are really not lackeys, you sacrificed your sisters, you are the brothers-in-law of the Americans, big brothers-in-law and small brothers-in-law, and you are all very happy to be brothers-in-law."

Nakamoto and the Japanese present were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves and prepared to beat him.

An Yongxi took out a pistol and pointed it at them: "M1911, seven bullets, six of you, each can get one bullet. Let's bet on who gets two and whose head can withstand two bullets!"

Nakamoto stared at him and said, "If you dare to shoot, go ahead." Then he slowly moved forward.

An Yongxi was furious: The Japanese are so rampant, there must be something going on behind the scenes, I have to find a way.

Glancing out the window, he saw two American military vehicles coming on the street. An Yongxi's eyes rolled, he paid attention, pointed the gun at his other arm, gritted his teeth and fired a shot, then threw the pistol at Nakamoto's feet.

The gunshots alarmed the American troops outside, and Qiao Youzhi rushed in with fully armed soldiers. An Yongxi sat on the ground pitifully, and the Japanese looked confused, with pistols at their feet.

When An Yongxi saw Qiao Youzhi, he burst into tears: "Chief George, you are here."

Nakamoto hurriedly explained: "Sir, he shot himself."

Qiao Youzhi laughed: "He is so timid that he dares to shoot himself. Pick up the gun."

Zhong Ben was stunned and a little confused. He really picked up the gun. Qiao Youzhi said to an American soldier: "Put it away, this is evidence."

Nakamoto was shocked: Why should I pick up the gun? My fingerprints are left on it. It's over. I can't explain it.

The American army loaded more than 200 Japanese in the factory into more than a dozen trucks and took them to a military camp with a cement floor and several small windows.

The Japanese sat on the ground, and those who were carefree just lay down.

There were steel bars as thick as fingers on the small window. Onoda rode Nakamoto to the window and stared out. He saw circles of barbed wire and patrolling American troops.

Onoda tried to bend the steel bar, but it didn't move at all.

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard, the bullet hit the steel bar, and Onoda fell to the ground.

The Americans opened fire.